The images of the 30 or 40-thousand-year-old drawings inside the Grotte Chauvet are absolutely stunning, spell-binding, wondrous. If you're the sort of person who is moved and amazed by this kind of thing, then this is truly your kind of thing! What mars the documentary are three elements: 1) an almost total lack of archaeological/anthropological explanation (and I don't count the pony-tailed ex-circus juggler-turned-archaeologist who barely seems to understand Herzog's ridiculous questions and does his best to respond but still ends up sounding like a French Milhouse Van Houten; 2) a musical soundtrack that is grating, repetitive, irritating, over-the-top, inappropriate, and just plain preposterous (flights of celestial choruses drone as the camera pans over the paintings on the cave walls); and 3) Herzog's inane, pretentious, Euro-trash narration, which comes in at about the intellectual level of a thoroughly stoned junior high student. Just wait for the last few minutes when you get to the part about the albino crocodiles and see if you don't hoot with laughter. The Chauvet Cave is extraordinary; Herzog is a farce.

This film has excellent photography, especially considering the technical challenges. The evocative title ("Cave of Forgotten Dreams") is inspired, and well reflected throughout. A haunting theme. It's a beautifully decorated cave (quite aside from the prehistoric art). However, the editing is not good; there's a lot of redundancy, odd sequencing, and too long overall. And some of the dialog is rather hokey.I also had a hard time figuring out exactly where the cave is, even after looking it up on the 'net (finally succeeded using its GPS coordinates). It's another editing defect, I think. M. Herzog should have thrown in a minute or two of orientation at the beginning.Anyway, I was more familiar with some of the other splendid cave art sites (Lascaux, Altamira), but Chauvet appears to be the greatest of all. It's a more recent find, which is why I was ignorant. I'm grateful to the film for its beauty and educational value.

yep, it's a long title but that's what i'm hoping someone is doing since it is mentioned in the documentary that this will likely be the only time a film crew is granted such extensive access to the Chauvet caves of Southern France, home of some of the most striking art ever produced by mankind in any era, let alone from some 32,000 years ago ... so i hope they are actively making copies of the most pristine print they have of this film so it is not lost as even tho the cave caretakers go to great lengths to preserve the site, even this will likely not be enough considering our clumsiness as a species ... and occasionally the earth's rambunctious nature with flooding, earthquakes, etc ... i imagine these are unlikely but still, one never knows and as this is our only film record, or the only major filming effort, we need to doubly-ensure that we save this piece of history ...i've heard and read a bit about these caves on and off thru the years but never have been a great student of them ... this film tho really lights one's fire to find out more ... from just the simple beauty of these drawings/paintings to the use of staggered positions over one pivot point of a part, namely a head and tusk of a rhino and legs of horses, so that when firelight is used on them, they provide a type of animation or motion to the drawing ...this animation aspect was a new fact to me and blew me away ... i can imagine sitting in that cave with fire as the only light and no doubt it would look like this, especially to the early humans sitting there never having seen what we take for granted and have seen all our lives (who hasn't grown up watching Bugs Bunny? i'd imagine a decided minority of kids born from 1960 to 1980 have not enjoyed the Loony Tunes throughout their childhood -- and even longer) ... think of sitting in a room with a fireplace as the only light and the dancing of the shadows and the 'movement' of various stationary articles around the room (lamps, chair backs, etc) as the light and shadow dance and flick and flit with and around each other ... add a bit of natural hallucinogen in a ceremonial setting and you'll have some staggering animation going on in that cave ...there is some debate about the 'flute playing' and whether or not he is 'adding notes' by whistling ... well just as a trumpet player doesn't simply use the basic notes available to him via the valves and pressing or releasing or combining the stops, a trumpeter also uses a variety of tightness in his lips position to add more notes ... it is no different with this type of flute and the positioning of the lips ... it is not 'whistling' but simply a difference in the stream of air, speed, concentration of the stream, etc, one uses to increase the number of notes used ... even as he was playing melodies before demonstrating the 'star spangled banner' short section, i recognized it as a a part of the pentatonic scale i often use when playing guitar ... but you don't get it with the five or six holes he had on the flute (i don't remember which number it was right off hand), but you get it with a bit of difference in your lip position ... simple as that anyway, i highly recommend this film ... i'd think it would be excellent for a senior science class and even for an art class ... someone mentions the closeness to some of Piccaso's work even ... and the Minotaur drawing, first fully shown here as no one has even walked into the area where it is hanging (drawn on a stalactite) so as not to disturb the tracks, etc, is fascinating considering how far removed it is from the first telling of that tale (would it be from the classic Greek civilization? perhaps a variation in Egyptian or even Mesopotamian?) definitely a film that will spark your imagination and interest

A large chunk of Werner Herzog's many documentaries focuses on dwarfs, disabled or severely handicapped human beings ("Land of Silence and Darkness", "Handicapped Future" etc). These films tend to be absurdist allegories about a mankind which either triumphs or perishes in the face of what Schopenhauer called Nature's "appalling horror". Then you have Herzog's explicitly religious docs ("God's Angry Man", "Wheel of Time", "Huie's Sermon", "How Much Wood Would a Woodchuck Chuck", "Bells From The Deep" etc). These typically focus on different forms of belief (tribal mysticism, mainstream religions, capitalism-as-belief-system etc), ordering systems which, when faith in them collapses, results in the mental breakdowns of Herzog's "mad" protagonists. But for Herzog, belief is itself psychosis and those deemed madmen are but hyper-rational, often with some fantastic insight into reality.Another subset of Herzog's documentaries ("Echoes from a Somber Empire", "Happy People", "Herdsmen of the Sun", "Jag Mandir") tends to delve into different, often primitive cultures. These give way to documentaries like "World Into Music" and "Death for Five Voices", which focus on music, usually Wagner or opera. Then you have Herzog's "flying documentaries" ("The Flying Doctors of East Asia", "Wings of Hope", "Little Dieter Needs To Fly", "The Great Ecstasy of Woodcarver Steiner" and "The White Diamond"), which again hinge on frail human beings who attempt to lift themselves above a cruel and malevolent Nature. The jungles usually win, of course, leading to calamities, crashes and stark shots of vines strangling steel wreckage.Another subset of Herzog's documentaries focus on either war ("Ballad of a Little Soldier", "Lessons of Darkness") or anticipates outright the apocalyptic end of the world ("Lessons of Darkness", "Wild Blue Yonder", "Encounters at the end of the world"). For Herzog, humanity seems destined to perish and his camera often takes on the perspective of a future, almost alien archaeologist, foraging amongst the wreckage of some long extinct race.Then you have Herzog's explorer documentaries ("Wild Blue Yonder", "White Diamond", "Dark Glow of the Mountains", "Grizzly Man", "Encounters at the End of the World"), which tend to watch as scientists, adventurers or inventors embark on allegorical journeys. Here, nature is often shot so as to resemble either hellish cauldrons or religious cathedrals. Some of Herzog's explorers meet death, some succeed. Typically these men are presented as outcasts who live on the fringes of society, some stable, some unstable, some geniuses, some deeply disturbed.Whilst all of Herzog's documentaries have complex overlaps and can't be as neatly grouped as written above, all chart a broad movement away from German Romanticism, and so the sublime, to absurd, serio-comic tragedies. Or, perhaps more correctly, the majesty, awe and horror of Romanticism is itself that which puts Herzog's characters in an absurd light. Human's are tragic because they are, in Herzog terms, essentially dwarfs. Indeed, the theoretical foundation for the early German Romantics, the Schelegel Brothers' publication of Athenaeum (1798-1800), specifically listed "alienation" and "absurd irony" as the bedrocks of the new intellectual/artistic movement; German Romanticism wasn't just all about grand landscapes and tall trees.Werner Herzog's "Cave of Forgotten Dreams" centres on the Chauvet caves in Southern France, the location of a series of Paleolithic cave paintings which were once thought to be the oldest surviving paintings in the world. The film watches as various scientists (typical of Herzog, they're presented as outcasts, some even former circus workers) investigate the caves, but Herzog is more interested in the ways in which the palaeolithic world is both similar to ours, and forever unknowable. The scientists map and search, but are always alienated from the past, and so desperate to connect with and project upon it. These desires then echo those of our own, ancient cave dwelling ancestors.Much of the film's middle section watches as Herzog draws parallels between cave paintings, 3d films, cinema and the robot camera he uses for several of "Cave's" elaborate shots. Elsewhere Herzog points out that there are 5000 year gaps between some of the paintings. "This duration of time is unimaginable for us today," he says, and later implies that "we are locked in history" whilst "they were not". Our history, our time, is compressed, seemingly moving faster and faster, whilst paleolithic man seems stuck in an infinite moment. The film then launches into a subplot which describes history, not as teleology, but as a complex process with its own causalities. Herzog caps this off with the tale of an albino alligator which stares at its own reflection and which is morphed by climate changes which are themselves wrought by human activity. Humans change, adapt, mutate themselves, but are always looking backwards, back in time perhaps, at their own misconstrued reflections. The film then ends with a prehistoric palm print.Overlong and repeating things Herzog has done before, and better, "Dreams" is a mixed bag. With his doppelganger alligators – like us, the alligator is both contemporary and prehistoric – Herzog aims for the sublime, but can't quite manage. Elsewhere he attempts to imbue his caves with cathedral-like, spiritual qualities, but these moments don't quite come off. For Herzog, the cave is a temple which houses "the beginnings of the modern human soul", a temple which he hopes to fill with subdued passions and profound mystery.What works better is Herzog's dry humour. One scene, for example, features Herzog likening modern man's love for "Baywatch" with ancient sculptures, with their exaggerated hips and breasts. Maybe ancient humans were just like us; a bunch of perverts.7.9/10 - Worth one viewing.